"You brought me to a church?" you ask, as your heels click on the stone of the old, rural sanctuary. "I thought you were taking me out to the country for something romantic, and you take me to a church? What the fuck?" I enter behind you, watching your ass twitch in the high-cut, black skirt that you're wearing, the one I have no doubt you put on just to te...
When we decided to move house the business was booming and I found a large detached property with very large grounds on the edge of a village which was well within our budget. Although in need of extensive renovation the property seemed ideal. I employed a firm of builders from the nearest town, the village too small to accommodate one, and a lot of the wor...
The knock came at midnight, almost to the second. I was already in my shorts and t-shirt, ready to get in bed for the night when it came. No one ever comes to my door without ringing me on my intercom first so I was a bit more than a little cautious when I went to the door. "Who is it?" I called. A familiar voice rang out. "It's me. Marty." I quickly unlo...
Foreword: I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans. In a way, I could also say that this story was written by request. However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story was provoked than requested. This story is a sequel to W32.GIBE.B@MM: SEXIST MALE CHAUVINIST. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based,...
Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued I know what you're thinking. That was a terrible place to stop, wasn't it? Sorry. I seem to wake every time I cum really hard. Don't worry, though. I drifted back off to dreamland immediately. To my delight, all the characters were there. This time, however, we weren't in mine and Phillip's bedroom now, but mine and Em...
Two nights later, with the kitchen conference over and Anna had again put Katie to bed and sleep successfully, the four of them began on the two bottles of French champagne Buck had picked up on the way over and they had a magnificent evening, finishing with two of Brett's favorite reds reserved for special occasions. Buck made the final toast. "Thanks Br...
The ceremony was in procession. Rings of silver hung from the stone halls of the Gothic tower and the guests filed down the hall. They were a dark somber mass, in cloaks that trailed on the floor. The men were tall and pale, like gliding marble statues. The women were regal and tall as well, their lips dark red with sharp white teeth glimmering. They entere...
Some background for this story. My sister-in-law, Sherri, has been divorced from my brother, Bob, for three years now. I have helped her out several times, even financially a couple times. Helped move her daughter to college and kept her in firewood for her fireplace. I have done several odd jobs for her and she always tells me she will pay me when she wins...
This is a true love story. I realize it may not seem so for some but for myself and those who believe as I do it is the closest that we on earth can come to paradise. Keep in mind that not everyone can believe and love in the same manner. (And please excuse my use of some very basic terminology for some body parts as I was attempting to use the language that...
It was Friday, at last, and after the previous day's episode with Trau--err, Professor Witbeck, I was more than a bit eager to attend his class the next day. My hand shot up for every question he asked, and he would always reply with a hint of a grin. Class was coming to an end, and lunch period crept up quicker than I had anticipated. Before class was d...